HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS
by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet never in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Photo: “Feather heart” by 123rtf
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One of my favorites! ~ Bette A. Stevens
I love this! Beautiful Bette thanks for sharing 🙂
Are you getting rain or snow up there we I swear have had almost 6 or 7 inches 🙂
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